The Burning Man

I’ve seen a lord, a mighty savior,
A calm in times of loss
Heaved up by white-hooded dragons
Upon a burning cross

These fire breathers reveled – danced
Used epithets to bless
All the while implored the burning
“How good doth smell your flesh?”

His tongue now dull – depressed of breath
Sat languid in his mouth
And for his silence all did take
A serpent’s solemn vow

And they bore sons and they bore suns
Who claimed the burning man
Their patron, lover, savior, lord
Must revel in their sin

Yet, high in heaven, his heart weak
He wept cool pools of tears
For ev’ry cross burned in his name,
He’d suffer a thousand years.


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